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ᴀ: ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʟᴛʙᴜʀɴᴛ
[cw: none]

[It's breakfast hour and people are mulling in and out of the dining room, sitting at the tables to chatter over tea and coffee. Devon, on the other hand, is barely conscious - his eyes are squinted, his inhales sharp and he very much looks like a teenager who just woke up. Plain t-shirt and pj pants, he's not even dressed but he's present because:]

I'm so fucking hungry. Why's there no Uber Eats here? Doordash? It fucking sucks.

[Somebody hasn't eaten in a long time. Please ignore him as he sits up in his chair (feet on the seat) to reach over those closest to him to grab at the serving trays of eggs and bacon, piling them on obscenely to his plate.]

ʙ: ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴀʀᴅ
[cw: none]

[He doesn't approach the tarot cards but he does watch other people do the same - much like he watches a few shows here and there, sitting off as an awkward observer, shoveling candied treats into his mouth and rubbing his sticky fingers dry on his pants. He's equally had his fill of carnival rides so he is now at a loss for what else to do on the fairgrounds.

Besides approach people at random, when they're in the act of doing something themselves. Are you getting face painted, being poured a drink, disembarking from a very... fun... ride or looking for trouble? Devon's your man.]

Soooo... what the fuck's that?

[Whatever you've got in your hand. ♥]

ᴄ: ᴘᴏsᴛ sʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪs ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ
[cw: reference to heavy kinks tbd, blood, self-injury, more to come]

[Everyone's freaking out or recovering from freaking out - and for a moment there, he was out in the fray. But now Devon's back in the manor, looking a little beat up and bloody (whose blood?) but a closer inspection may note there aren't that many wounds (if any) on him at all. But they'll also notice he looks a little bit like he's just had a handful of benadryl, making him woozy on his feet.

He wanted to get something to eat, instead he's just crawling into the closest bed he can find. Occupied room? Sorry, he didn't notice. Either catch him before he flops down under the covers, discover him there sometime that night or wake up with a new guest in your bed - who against all odds, doesn't snore.]

ɴᴏᴛᴇs

[Devon's info is here; you can reach me on plurk at witchpunk if you need to!.]

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saltburnt

ᴀ: ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʟᴛʙᴜʀɴᴛ
[cw: none]<blockquote>[It's breakfast hour and people are mulling in and out of the dining room, sitting at the tables to chatter over tea and coffee. Devon, on the other hand, is barely conscious - his eyes are squinted, his inhales sharp and he very much looks like a teenager who just woke up. Plain t-shirt and pj pants, he's not even dressed but he's present because:]

I'm so fucking hungry. Why's there no Uber Eats here? Doordash? It fucking sucks.

[Somebody hasn't eaten in a long time. Please ignore him as he sits up in his chair (feet on the seat) to reach over those closest to him to grab at the serving trays of eggs and bacon, piling them on obscenely to his plate.]</blockquote>ʙ: ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴀʀᴅ
[cw: none]<blockquote>[He doesn't approach the tarot cards but he does watch other people do the same - much like he watches a few shows here and there, sitting off as an awkward observer, shoveling candied treats into his mouth and rubbing his sticky fingers dry on his pants. He's equally had his fill of carnival rides so he is now at a loss for what else to do on the fairgrounds.

Besides approach people at random, when they're in the act of doing something themselves. Are you getting face painted, being poured a drink, disembarking from a very... fun... ride or looking for trouble? Devon's your man.]

Soooo... what the fuck's that?

[Whatever you've got in your hand. ♥]</blockquote>ᴄ: ᴘᴏsᴛ sʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪs ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ
[cw: reference to heavy kinks tbd, blood, self-injury, more to come]<blockquote>[Everyone's freaking out or recovering from freaking out - and for a moment there, he was out in the fray. But now Devon's back in the manor, looking a little beat up and bloody (whose blood?) but a closer inspection may note there aren't that many wounds (if any) on him at all. But they'll also notice he looks a little bit like he's just had a handful of benadryl, making him woozy on his feet.

He wanted to get something to eat, instead he's just crawling into the closest bed he can find. Occupied room? Sorry, he didn't notice. Either catch him before he flops down under the covers, discover him there sometime that night or wake up with a new guest in your bed - who against all odds, doesn't snore.]</blockquote>ɴᴏᴛᴇs <blockquote>[Devon's info is <a href=>here</a>; you can reach me on plurk at <lj user=witchpunk site=plurk.com> if you need to!.]</blockquote>

Edited 2025-05-15 03:42 (UTC)

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